The girl's voice was both coquettish and charming, like the sensation of fine, darkly-toned velvet gently sliding across the skin.
It tickled in a way.
The words, beguiling.
But all Hannah wanted was...
A moment of turmoil flashed in Jackie Qualls' eyes, and Hannah quickly let go of his hand.
Switching her mood quicker than flipping the pages of a book, she said, "You always say that you can do anything for me, but you can't even fulfil a small request."
Her expression remained detached, her skin as cold and white as snow, emanating a chilling aura.
The man wanted to explain, but before he could utter a word, he was abruptly interrupted by Tiffany Lynch who had suddenly burst onto the scene.
"Hannah Winter, I didn't think you would be this kind of person. How can you say such things to Jackie?"
Tiffany Lynch had accompanied Jackie here. Though she was a little late, she had heard Hannah's words, specifically meant for her.
